[Intro: Bossman Birdie]
This one's called "Dedication"

[Verse 1: Bossman Birdie]
Do it for the mandem stuck in the trap
Do it for the mandem studying hard
For the mandem who wanna go church
For the mandem buying out bars
For the mandem still in dispersal
For the man that just caught a charge
For the man who just buss case, all of the mandem behind the bars
Do it for the mandem hugging the block
For the man on Meridian Estate
Doing it for man like Theo
For the man on the paper chase
For the man that go OT
For the man that's far from waste
For the man that ride for the team
For the man that don't watch face
Do it for my ladies with ambition
For the ladies who wanna freak
For the ladies who have vision
And for the ladies who wanna be
Do it for the ladies, that's prestige
For the ladies who wanna mingle
Do it for the gyal that are wifey, but more for the gyal that are single
Do it for the feds that watch me on obbo
For the man that want me dead
For the man that know about Bossman
For the man that follow the set
Do it for the man that stay on the grind
For the man that throw up the sign
For the man that know about Bloodline, the royal family of grime
[Verse 2: Meridian Dan]
I do it for the royal family of grime
Repeat that one more time
I'm in the royal family of grime
You see all the fans that throw up the signs?
All these fans that throw up their Bs, Wearing Bloodline hats and tees
I do it for them man there, man do it for them man there
I do it for the man that mention me
The man that listen on MP3
The man that listened on radio, way back on 92.3
I do it for man like D-Low
Man that live in the hood
We lost a man called Theo, a man that did so good
I do it for men that fight
For men with holes in socks
I do it for men that are working hard, work with a mouthful of shots
I do it for men with scope and dreams, men with drive and hope
Men that are waiting on my mixtape, and waiting on Fire And Smoke
I do it for kids that live it in flats with a lift stinks like shit
I do it for men that make grime music, working to make that hit
I do it for the man in Manny, For the goons that live in Brum
For the lads that live in Leicester, London's where I'm from

[Verse 3: President T]
London's where I'm from
Do it for the man with the chaps and the tom
Do it for the man that reside
Do it for the goons that are gone
Do it for the man that dream
Do it for the man that can't see £25, and turned into a fiend
Do it for the man that teach
Do it for the man that license breach
Do it for the man that roam
Do it for the man that won't have none of that talk, and back out the chrome
I was like, "Feds, leave me alone"
I was like, "Feds, leave me alone"
They were like, "Prez, you're in the zone"
Do it for the man that are Sikh
Do it for the man that know it's peak
T on the wing
Spray bars every day of the week
Do it for the kids that keep
Do it for the kids that can't really get any sleep
Do it for the man in the cage
Do it for the man that are brave
But I don't mean, you could get to my stage
How much P will you have, when you get to my age?
Do it for the man that are real
Do it for the man that'll chase
Do it for the man that'll steal, duck, overworked, complaining
You've got a picture of my flow, do it for the man that'll frame it
I said T on the wing
Do it for the man that zoom, do it for the man that sing
"London's where I'm from", President T on the wing